In a Dream

At dawn when the fog
lay heavy on the lake
and sounds were muffled,
I picked blackberries
In a dream.
The world was soft and white,
no vivid blue sky to
sear my eyes and make
them tear. I stood where
the bluff sloughed off into
emptiness, and peered down
to see if I could find myself.
I listened, but heard only
The grass whispering, shhhh,
Its lilting voice urging calm.
I saw a jeweled coil
At my feet, and thought
It was a gift from you.
I reached, but it moved,
And before I knew what
Tricks can lie in fog-shrouded
Dawns and dreams, it struck
And as I fell headfirst into
Whiteness, I woke, in sheets
That wrapped me up in dread.
Our bed. In white.

About Me

Shantybellum is a shanty shack in Natchez, MS with stories to tell.
We'll be talking about all the characters that make Natchez unique, both past and present.
You'll learn about the town myths, legends and scandals. We'll tell you where the skeletons are hidden as well as the ghosts.
We might even write a poem or two. Enjoy.